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Yeah, I kind of want this now, guys. 

║🐺║ She returns the smile, pink paint lips quirking up at the corner. Tully blue orbs drop to the roses in his hand and Sansa can’t help the emotion the bubbles up within her chest. She doesn’t deserve him. It’s a common thought in her head. But what’s new is the desire to be good enough for him. She wants to deserve him. She wants to be that girl. Warmth fills her chest and she opens the door wider. Her parents were gone, Robb was around earlier and showered her with all kinds of silly things that she loved, but he too now was gone for the night. No parties planned, no elaborate gatherings. She wants to be alone-- or wanted to. With Trystane standing there though, she realizes this was all she really wanted. Cheeks warm as she motions him inside.   ‘  thank you, ’  her words are soft. ‘  I didn’t think you’d remember.  ’

Finally he snapped his fingers and a look of realization came onto his face. He made his way over to Trystane. “You have the ah- the bike the motor... motorcycle do you not? You ride it to school with the girl and the head the head hats.” He told him, motioning to his head. “I like it. It is very good.”

She moved and picked up a flashlight to look for iris contraction. “So far, it looks like you got lucky. No concussion but you’re going to have a headache for awhile. Take some ibuprofen to help with any swelling that might come up.” Two papers cups were handed to him: the pills and water. “If you have any of these symptoms,” Heather wrote them down quickly but her script was legible unlike most medical professionals, “I want you to ask for me. Without hesitation okay?”

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“ is this seat TAKEN or... ? “ she glanced around pop’s seeing few others seats left but at the counter. “ tell me you wouldn’t MIND some company, “ she smiled through her carefully worded command. she didn’t want to WAIT for another seat to free up, not when she had been thinking about pop’s onion rings all day. how long should a girl have to  w a i t ? | @trystcne

The news about him had caught her attention immediately, her heart briefly stopping when she heard that he had been taken. When the gossip continued to say that he had survived, she had released a breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding. The two of them hadn’t ended particularly well - he had been dedicated to his training, she had buried her head in the sand and continued to do so. He grew frustrated, she grew angry, they argued night after night until they just decided to go separate ways - as much as two people could when they lived at the same school. But Myriam still cared for Trystane, he was a good guy. She was probably the last person he wanted to see, but she couldn’t keep away. “Why did you come back?” she asked him when she worked up the courage to approach him. “It’s all over for you now. Why wouldn’t you just want to move on with your life?”